The Mare's Burden
With whip marks densely covering her buttocks and thighs all the way down to her knees, Eju spewed out vile self-degradation in a desperate bid to receive even one fewer lash.
“Haaauuugh… Please, have mercy on me… I am nothing but a filthy meat toilet… Haaauuugh…”
Jingling, jingling, jingling, jingling. At the edge of the yard she turned the carriage and trotted back toward the entrance. Trembling beneath the threat of the whip, she lifted her legs as high and straight as possible with each exaggerated step.
“Kyaaaagh… Haaaaauuuu…”
Taesik gave the chain attached to her labia a vicious yank.
“Tired already?” he asked, keeping the chain pulled taut.
“Haaauuugh… No, Master. I’m sorry… Haaauuugh… If you would be so merciful as to grant me a single sip of water, this worthless slave would be eternally grateful.”
“Pull over by the flowerbed!”
Crack!
“Kuuuugh… Aagh!”
At the lash of the whip, Eju struggled to turn the carriage and parked it beside the flowerbed at the far end of the yard.
“Kneel on the drain cover!” Taesik barked, still gripping the labia chain, his voice dripping with menace.
Eju wore a pitiful expression as she crawled on all fours to the drain cover and assumed a formal kneeling position. Taesik unzipped his fly with one hand, pulled out his cock, and began urinating on her face.
Shhhhhhhhaaaa—
“Haaauuumm… Kuuuuhhh… Haaaauuuu…”
As Taesik’s piss cascaded over her scalp and streamed down her face, Eju fell into utter despair. Yet on the other side of that misery, a dark masochistic relief flickered to life—she was grateful he hadn’t ordered her to drink it. Even in this state, part of her desperately wished he would simply fuck her right then and there. Instead, reality reduced her to a disgusting, piss-soaked meat toilet.
“You dare whine that you’re tired after only ten minutes, you arrogant bitch? How’s that? Refreshing, isn’t it?” Taesik said, shaking the last drops of urine onto her face.
“Aaaauuu… Y-yes… It’s very refreshing, Master. Thank you…” Eju replied in a choked, strangled voice, forcing out words of gratitude.
“Kyaaagh… Haa… Haa…”
Taesik gave the labia chain another brutal tug.
“Get back to the carriage! Pull like a proper mare, you worthless slut!”
He shook the chain to fling off any urine that might stain the handle, then returned to the carriage.
“Huuuaaaagh!”
The chain yanked on her labia once more, tearing a sharp scream from Eju’s throat.
“Shut up. Does it hurt?”
“Haaauuugh… I’m sorry, Master… It… it hurts just a little…”
“Then why is filthy cunt juice dripping all over the ground?”
“Haaauuugh…”
Taesik spoke with cruel amusement as he gave the chain another light tug.
Crack!
“Move out!”
Soaking wet with piss, Eju began pulling the carriage forward, her naked body glistening.
Jingling, jingling, jingling.
She hauled the carriage from the paved path in front of the entrance all the way to the far end of the yard and back again. The yard felt impossibly vast while she was pulling the carriage. As the urine dried over the thick layer of sunscreen, it left white streaks across her face and breasts. The stench, the itching, and the stinging sensation tormented her exhausted body even further.
Crack!
“Huuuaaa!”
Taesik’s whip had grown slightly less vicious than at the beginning. Shuddering violently, Eju struggled to turn the carriage once more and ran back toward the mountain villa. Miserable tears streamed down her cheeks in thick rivulets. Even though she could barely lift her knees with each agonizing step, her pussy grew wetter and wetter. A sharp, chilling wave of masochistic pleasure crashed over her. Hating the unwanted ecstasy, she shuddered and ground her crotch even harder against the harness as she ran forward.
Crack!
“Huuuaaaagh!”
“Faster!”
“Haa… Haa… Yes, Master!”
Jingling, jingling, jingling.
She squeezed out the last of her strength and completed another full lap.
“Whoa… Stop… Whoa.”
“Hiiiiiiigh!”
Taesik hooked the labia chain he had been holding onto her collar.
“Ugh, you reek of piss! Go wash yourself, you toilet bitch!”
He lit a cigarette and headed toward the parasol.
Eju crawled painfully to the outdoor faucet on the terrace and began washing herself slowly, savoring the brief moment of rest. She was so exhausted she could no longer even feel the pain of her stretched, elongated nipples. She lathered cheap shampoo into her hair, working up a thick foam. Suppressing pitiful moans, she scrubbed the filthy mess between her legs and along the crack of her ass. For Eju, the only true moments of happiness left in the villa were the times she was being violently fucked from behind and the rare moments she was allowed to clean herself.
Since she had become a mare slave, many things had changed. Feeding time with the sows was one of them.
“If you’re going to live as mares for the rest of your lives, you need strength! Eat it all up nicely!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
They still had to bury their faces in the silver bowls placed on the floor. That hadn’t changed. But Eju, Jera, and Eunhae’s bowls now contained boiled eggs, a hearty stew, and extra salty beef. For the mother and daughters who had been completely broken and conditioned into a life of total sexual slavery, the addition of eggs and meat was a significant event.
Erin and Jeyeon watched the mares’ food bowls with envious eyes. More than the suffering Jera endured as a mare, they were jealous of the boiled eggs and meat. The mares got to eat a banana every single day, while Erin and Jeyeon only received one every three days. In every aspect of their diet, the mares received far better treatment than the sows.
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
“Huuuaaaaaah!”
“Ten more!”
In the backyard, the mare slaves were doing push-ups. A silver plug in Eunhae’s slow-moving ass sparked violently. She had barely managed to finish fifty on her knees, but Yeondu’s merciless electric prod jabbed her sensitive spots and demanded ten more.
Tap-tap-tap.
“Hiiik… Huuuuaaaa…”
Another burst of sparks exploded across Eunhae’s bruised, sensitive buttocks.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty… Mercy… Please have mercy…”
Zap!
“Hiiiiik!”
In her awkward kneeling position, she somehow completed sixty. Yeondu glared at them, emphasizing the importance of physical strength.
“You’re supposed to live as mares for the rest of your lives! How do you plan to serve us properly with such pathetic stamina?!”
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty…”
Eunhae, drooling onto the floor, lifted her head just enough to look up at Yeondu and apologize.
“Shall we do another set in the unshaded front yard? Everyone, get your heads straight and focus on training!”
“Yes, Your Majesty!”
The three mare slaves answered in loud, unified voices.
“Haaauuugh… Haaauuugh…”
A steel chain was attached to the harness belt around Jera’s waist and hooked to a ring embedded in a tire. The three women began dragging the heavy tire. With five-kilogram dumbbells in each hand and a ten-kilogram tire behind them, they crossed the backyard without rest.
Tap-tap-tap.
“Kyaaaaagh… Haa… Huuuuaaaang…”
Because she hadn’t lifted her legs high enough to waist level, sparks of electricity shot through Eju’s clitoral ring. She was already on her knees, and her strength had been drained by the earlier push-ups. Even though the dumbbells were only five kilos each, her hands shook violently. Like medieval prisoners, they dragged the tire using the harness belt fastened around their lower bellies.
“Haaauuugh… Haauugh…”
“Huuuaagh… Haa… Haa…”
“Huuuumm… Haauugh… Huuuuaaa…”
Twenty kilograms of combined weight dragged at their bodies as they struggled to lift their knees high with every step. If their knees dropped too low or if it simply displeased Yeondu, the terrifying electric prod would mercilessly strike their sensitive pussies and nipples.
“I made you pick up all those stones so your feet wouldn’t hurt! Where in the world would you find an owner as kind as me?” Jugyeong said to the three sweating mare slaves who had come out to watch.
“Thank you, Your Majesty…”
“I will never forget your grace, Your Majesty.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
Each of them offered their thanks to Jugyeong. They had grown so accustomed to unfair and abnormal treatment that they no longer even registered what they were thanking her for. The moment they heard the expected cue, they answered like parrots.
“How about we eat lunch in the pavilion today?” Jugyeong suggested.
“Sounds good, Mom! The mares can carry everything!”
Jugyeong headed to the kitchen through the back door. Before long, the delicious aroma of food wafted through the air.
“Oppa, we’ll head up first! Big Toilet! Cum-dump! Bring the three-seater carriage!”
Sam and Yan took the dumbbells from the three women and unhooked the tire. Immediately, tiny bells were attached to their nipples and cow rings. Eju and Jera brought over the three-seater carriage with four handles. Their steps were clumsy and poorly synchronized. Eunhae, who had no handle to hold, simply placed her hands on the back of the carriage and followed along. Taesik held Eju’s labia chain, while Yeondu held Jera’s.
“Mom, aren’t you getting on?”
“No. The mare slaves look too weak to carry me up. Go on ahead and send it back down.”
Jugyeong did not board the carriage. Instead, she gathered the side-dish containers.
“Move out!”
At Yeondu’s shout, Eju and Jera struggled to match their strides as they pulled the carriage toward the front yard. Their hands gripped the handles tightly, biceps straining, the front bar pressed against their stomachs as they pushed forward with all their might. The carriage rolled smoothly up the gentle slope.
Behind them, Eunhae followed, breasts bouncing, struggling to carry the large beverage container with both hands.
“Too bad. I was going to torture you with the electric prod you love so much if you couldn’t make it up! Hehehehe.”
Yeondu laughed with a chilling smile.
When homemade sandwiches emerged from the picnic bag, their sweet scent reached even the three mare slaves’ noses. The powerful instinct to eat something delicious made the pitiful women wear desperate expressions, longing for just one bite. Eunhae in particular was so starved for sweets that she would have offered her asshole for a single bag of chocolate cookies. Even one cookie would have felt like a heavenly gift from her mouth all the way to her wrinkled anus. She indulged in the pathetic fantasy that someone might toss her a single bite.
“Little Toilet! Come here!” Taesik called Eunhae.
She hurriedly stood and crawled over to the pavilion railing where he sat.
“Mares like grass, don’t they? How does it taste?”
He handed her the leftover lettuce from inside his sandwich. Eunhae answered while sucking greedily on the sweet dressing still clinging to the leaf.
“Aaaah… Sob… Thank you, Master. It’s delicious… Mmm… Slurrrp…”
She forgot her misery for a moment, savoring the faint sweetness. Although Dr. Jo made sure their nutrition was adequate, he did nothing to satisfy their basic craving for tasty food.
“But this toilet bitch has such pathetic stamina! How is she going to complete her duties like this? Pathetic meat toilet.”
“Haaauuugh… I’m sorry.”
“If you keep performing like this, it won’t be fun anymore! I’ll whip you hard and punish you severely!”
“Understood, Master… Haa… Please have mercy… I-I will work much harder.”
“Go lick Jot-mul’s and Big Toilet’s filthy asshole! That’s all a piece of trash like you is good for! You worthless toilet bitch!”
When Eunhae crawled behind Jera, who was already face-down in a dogeza position, Jera slightly lifted her hips. When their masters ordered anal rimming, ten minutes was the standard minimum. Even in these degrading acts, a kind of routine had begun to form.
“Slurrrp… Chuuup… Haaauuup…”
Eunhae pressed her tongue firmly against Jera’s anus and sucked hard. She stiffened her tongue and stabbed it inside with all her strength.
“Hiiiiii… Haa… Haa… Aaaauuuugh…”
Jera lifted her head and moaned as she felt Eunhae’s slippery tongue wriggling against her anal wrinkles. Despite the cruel electric shocks and the exhausting labor of being a mare, Jera’s crotch had already grown burning hot. She rocked her hips, savoring the tickling sensation in her asshole with her entire body.
“Huuuaagh… Haum… Haa… Haa…”
“Slurrrp… Huup… Haaauumm… Chuuup… Huuuup…”
Eunhae gripped Jera’s soft buttocks with both hands, sucking even harder while hollowing her cheeks. Jera soon began drooling and raising the volume of her moans.
Yeondu put down her half-eaten sandwich and descended from the pavilion. Eunhae continued the anal service while carefully watching the tyrant’s expression. Jera was just as terrified. When Yeondu stood right in front of them, their fear only grew, but all Jera could do was moan from the pleasure in her asshole.
“You may touch your pussy too!”
“Thank you, Your Majesty… Haaauuugh… Thank you.”
She had imagined being grabbed by the hair and slapped, but Yeondu’s unexpectedly lenient words filled Jera with gratitude. She immediately began rubbing her own clitoris and stirring her vaginal entrance.
“Here! Since you pulled the carriage well, I’ll give you a reward!”
Yeondu handed Jera one of the large cucumbers she had been about to eat.
“Thank you, Your Majesty… Haaauuugh… Thank you so much…”
Jera accepted the cucumber with both hands. It was the first act of kindness she had ever received from Yeondu since being dragged to the villa. Her body, ruined by a life of sexual depravity, could no longer be satisfied by three thin fingers. She had even begun having nightmares of being fisted, waking up screaming—only to find her pussy completely soaked.
She reached behind herself and shoved the cucumber deep into her juice-slicked cunt in one swift motion.
“Haa… Haa… Haaauuuung…”
Her moans rose immediately. Eunhae sucked her asshole even harder, increasing the wet slurping sounds.
“Aagh… Haa… Haa… Aaaauuuugh… Hiiit!”
Rubbing the ring in her clitoris, she violently thrust the cucumber in and out.
“Haaauuugh… Haaauuugh… Uaaaaaah!”
The first powerful squirt exploded outward, splashing across Eunhae’s breasts. Even with the cucumber drenched in her own juices, she did not stop masturbating. She wanted to be violated harder. She wanted to go even more insane. With those masochistic thoughts swirling in her mind, Jera rammed the cucumber into herself as if trying to break it. For over ten minutes, the obscene squelching sounds of the cucumber churning inside her cunt filled the air. Only after she had soaked Eunhae’s face with two more powerful orgasms did Jera finally pull the cucumber out of her pussy with an embarrassed expression.